Classic Poem

" All dressed up," shrug the Hollyhocks
As the West winds passing blow,
" All flaunted forth in crimson and pink,
And nowhere at all to go!"

" All dressed up," bows the tallest one,
While the chorus from top to toe
Flout their frills to the mocking sun —
" And nowhere at all to go!"

" All dressed up," sigh the Hollyhocks,
" For our brief Midsummer show —
Mauve and coral, buff and cerise,
And nowhere at all to go!"

All dressed up in once-a-year best,
Prince, will you leave them so?
Flounced and ruffed to the top of their stalk
And nowhere at all to go!